I like wrestling with cats.
My hand is an unconquerable foe to them.
It fakes left, then right, then bowls them over.
And yet, it’s all really affection,
Wrestling is just another way to hug them.
I like swimming with God.
His waves are an unconquerable foe to me.
They break left, then right, then bowl me over.
And yet, it’s all really affection,
Wrestling is just another way to hug me.
I dive into an oncoming wave,
The disorientation is tremendous,
My bathing suit has been pulled down slightly,
My sunglasses float by,
The strap that was supposed to hold them to my neck floats by.
At first I think I’m covered in seaweed,
Then I realize it’s my long, brown hair
And the strap that’s supposed to hold it back floats by.
God makes the best toys.
I quickly collect my things before they float away
I put myself back together
I face the shore to gaze at the sunset
I hear a crashing sound behind me
I fell for the decoy…
I quickly collect my things before they float away
I put myself back together
The sky above is blue,
But there are beautiful clouds
Conspicuously in the corners of the sky.
The sun hasn’t set
But the moon shines down
Conspicuously in the center of the sky.
I wonder if God is showing off.
As if an answer, a topless woman swims by.
God makes the best toys.